My world burns red – Injustice
People left defenseless,
Because the nanny-state doesn't trust us -
The police the same people who bust us
Talk about protecting the citizens -
But the badge is rusted.
I need some sort of closure.
Some sort of absolution,
Contemplating mass destruction,
And Final Solutions.
Hell I know my collusion!
Three thousand dollar type writer.
Seeking confusion,
At the end of a pipe lighter.
How will I raise my kids,
Ever thinking that i did,
Any less thing than making this world completely evil-rid?
Somebody come and get me!
Somebody try and stop me!
I need to shed blood,
Let somebody try and pop me!
My rage aged like steins of fine wine and intertwined,
With murderous hands, a big heart, and a sharp mind.
And only on occasion when my soul gets to blazing
Do I look upon the cities and can only think of razing
This whole damn thing to the ground
Until the only fucking sound is
The fire and the burning and evolutionary learning
Like milk that's been turning
This has been left too long!
Too many cheeks turned for too many damned wrongs.
The obligation of the strong is to protect the pack
And these weaklings better pray that I never get to act -
Rape?
That gets death,
Murder?
That gets death,
And corruption?
That gets pain until the last of their breaths,
I may be the last one left,
The last of my breed,
The last one with the warm skin
But blood at ice-freeze,
I'm nice till I need
To get vicious on the traitors,
Till I'm frying up the flesh that tastes delicious from the rapers -
A cannibal?
You damn right!
Yes we can fight!
I'm an animal with mandibles I sharpen all night
Then I hide in this man all day -
But he knows, like I know,
That I can always come out and fucking play -
It's always too short I stay
When he's too damn nice,
He be meditating for hours while I'm sharpening knives,
Parking in dives
Looking for more low-lives -
I need a sick crew to help me poke out the eyes
Of all these lookers-on
I'm cracked like hookers on,
K Street or Gay Street,
Maryland's cooking on,
The flames on which i feed
The Name is all I need -
I'm Righteous like the Viper's Venom
That inked the screed -
I swim back to reality
Examining my fallacies from shores
Where we ignore cats who get paid fat salaries -
I was Mickey with no Mallory,
A Natural Born Killer,
But now I sit peaceful
Because the rage has been filtered-
See I'm iller than all the wards and institution's combined
But the rage seeps through me,
And through it I find
Some peace of mind
And calm so I can sleep at night -
I know, its in my pocket but I don't keep a knife
Its just a sick part of my life
A reaction to the strife
That makes me dynamite
Triggered off by all thats trife -
From this place, I know even my enemies have a place
And I know that tears fall even down the coldest face
I space -
Like cold and dark
And fan the flames from the spark
But at the end of the day I'm still a bleeding heart.
I feel for the worst of them
And don't wish the hearse on them
And contain my other half by merely spitting a verse on them -
Sometimes I wonder,
Can I hold it together,
All these screws loose in this skin tough like leather?
Well I better.
For this world needs no more martyed bombers
This world needs one made of all hearts like Jeffery Dahmer.
You are what you eat and so I spar with the heat
And try to stay calm on top and leave the undertow beneath. |
Submission Name: Undertow
